#86 Blackbirds' Cries

courtesy: A. Gambrel

The blackbird have descended

through the winter’s heart

rending

noise

Slowly moving 

from crescendos

to frantic calls

.listen.

as they cry,

and shuffle through

the branches

.listen.

As they scratch

the ground

wondering if they can

advance beyond

The huddle 

where

all their calamity is kept

The huddle 

where

Calamity is strength

.look.

at how their flock rises up

blackened smoke

cutting across the sky

and though 

their feathery mist

eventually subsides

you are left

with the echoes

of their frantic cries.

 My Inspiration: Blackbirds

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